Chapter 16

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Who cares when you breath ?
No one so just sit down and grieve.
Life isn't always what it seems.
When I was 4 I thought I was gonna grow up and kiss a frog into a prince. Now I'm outside at 4 AM waiting for my death.
Your a girl and a boy.
How can you be so sad?
You cut your wrist almost daily.
Cry yourself to sleep every night..
You don't have dreams but when you do you either kill yourself or their of your past..
You get detention because you fear of going home..
You get suspended because you fear the anxiety that the people bring you.
Why is life so hard?
Why is he so mean?
Why does she not belive you
When you need something other then being fucking clean ?
IT'S JUST A PHASE YOU'LL BE FINE.
WIPE THE TEARS FROM YOUR EYES BITCH I KNOW YOU'LL BE FINE.

IT'S A PHASE
YOU'LL BE FINE

Yeah your right... but did you try to kill yourself over 56 times?
Did you cut yourself from you toes to your thighs?
From you shoulder to your wrist?
I'm fucked up in the head.
I see blue you see red.
Maybe if I pack a bag and leave again you just might not find me again...
I'm fucked up
Because I'm a fuck up
That never speaks the fuck up..
Scrap our knees
Cut our wrist
Burn our thighs
And
Don't eat shit.

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